When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

No Man Has Ever Been A Perfect Ballplayer. Stan Musial, However, Is The Closest To Being Perfect In The Game Today.

Every Great Batter Works On The Theory That The Pitcher Is More Afraid Of Him Than He Is Of The Pitcher.

The Great American Game Should Be An Unrelenting War Of Nerves.